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Marcia Short, the poet, was my Great-aunt and the main inspiration behind my writing.
The Waratah, The Wattle And The Blue Gum Tree
Oh the heart is hungry for the land that's part of me
The high hills, the deep bush
The wheatlands wide and free,
The white sands and the wild surf and the singing silver sea
The Warath, the wattle and the bluegum tree.
Never was a glory like the wattles in the spring
Or the white-crested bluegums where the bell birds sing,
Never was a glory like the walltle' downy gold
And the crimson of the Warath when buds unfold,
When hearts are turning homeward, it's there I would be
Where the Southern Cross is shining on the silver singing sea
Where skies are wide and starlit
And the trade wind's blowing free
And the kookaburra's laughing in the bluegum tree.
--- Marcia Short